Hit My Line (feat. JustSayJy)

Yeah I cannot lie
Hit my line if you wanna be mine
I need a shorty that's down to ride
Making this money shouldn't be a surprise
The way you smile it's making me blush
Swear to god can't get enough
Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch
Hand you my card you spend all of my funds

Yeah I cannot lie
Hit my line if you wanna be mine
I need a shorty that's down to ride
Making this money shouldn't be a surprise
The way you smile it's making me blush
Swear to god can't get enough
Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch
Hand you my card you spend all of my funds

Okay Look
I know what I said
Wanna be more than friends
Make you forget all about your Ex
You take all my time but I don't regret
Don't hang with no fakes only hang with my set
Gotta lot to prove so I'm not done yet
Ugh
It's about love a lot more than sex
Get you a chain with my around name round your neck
If I hit from the back then I know that I'm blessed
These niggas upset like what you expect
Just look at the diamonds they all VVS
Should I flood out the Rollie or the Patek
My little shorty she's as bad as the get
Been working so long forgot how to rest
And I can't stop till' I known I'm the best
Killing the game with 80 on my neck
Haters they teaming up but they no threat
They playin checkers while I'm playin chess
Wondering why I'm always one step ahead
Gin in my system I hope I don't wreck
Just like a reff you get hit with this Tec
Got my J's on better watch where you step
When I show up just watch how I flex
Too many snakes gotta step on they necks
Only headshots we don't fuck with the vest
Not concerned about who is the best
More concerned about being a better man
Too focused turned into less friends
Yeah that's right but I don't regret

Yeah I cannot lie
Hit my line if you wanna be mine
I need a shorty that's down to ride
Making this money shouldn't be a surprise
The way you smile it's making me blush
Swear to god can't get enough
Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch
Hand you my card you spend all of my funds

Hand you the card spend all of my funds
It's me n big Pete you know we gon' ride
He scooped in the truck
And I said what you on
He say hit the stu forsho what you on
Just gimme the beat I get that shit done
No paper no pad just straight off the dome
We hittin' homeruns I'm sending it home
The paper just called me I gotta get going
YUH
It's Pistol Pete and the Black Sheep
Going hard from the blacktop to the big bank in the backseat
Quick money track athlete
Can't do no favors don't ask me
Throw the pack like a quaterback
Had to get that like shit last week

Yeah I cannot lie
Hit my line if you wanna be mine
I need a shorty that's down to ride
Making this money shouldn't be a surprise
The way you smile it's making me blush
Swear to god can't get enough
Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch
Hand you my card you spend all of my funds



Credits
Writer(s): Jyair Turner
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